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🍦— 006. let's talk about past.

WHEN A TITAN WANTED A MEETING with Percy, the boy didn't know what to think. His thought were all over the place, going from the battle, to how Vivi was holding up, to her beautiful chocolate eyes that he could stare at for hours and listen to her rent about everything and anything. . . fuck, he had fallen hard.

Percy, Grover and Thalia could see the white flag from half a mile away. It was as big as a soccer field, carried by a thirty-foot tall giant with bright blue skin and icy gray hair.

"A Hyperborean," Thalia said. "The giants of the north. It's a bad sign that they sided with Kronos. They're usually peaceful."

"You've met them?" Percy said.

"Mmm. There's a big colony in Alberta. You do not want to get into a snowball fight with those guys."

As the giant got closer, Percy could see three human-size envoys with him: a half-blood in armor, an empousa demon with a black dress and flaming hair, and a tall man in a tuxedo. The empousa held the tuxdude's arm, so they looked like a couple on their way to a Broadway show or something ─ except for her flaming hair and fangs. The group walked leisurely toward the Heckscher Playground. The swings and ball courts were empty. The only sound was the fountain on Umpire Rock.

Percy looked at Grover. "The tux dude is the Titan?"

He nodded nervously. "He looks like a magician. I hate magicians. They usually have rabbits." 

Son of Poseidon stared at him. "You're scared of bunnies?"

"Blah-hah-hah! They're big bullies. Always stealing celery from defenseless satyrs!"

Thalia coughed.

"What?" Grover demanded.

"We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later," Percy said. "Here they come."

The man in the tux stepped forward. He was taller than an average human ─ about seven feet. His black hair was tied in a ponytail. Dark round glasses covered his eyes, but what really caught my attention was the skin on his face. It was covered in scratches, like he'd been attacked by a small animal ─ a really, really mad hamster, maybe.

"Percy Jackson," he said in a silky voice. "It's a great honor." 

His lady friend the empousa hissed at me. She'd probably heard how the boy'd destroyed two of her sisters last summer.

"My dear," Tux Dude said to her. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable over there, eh?"

She released his arm and drifted over to a park bench. Percy glanced at the armed demigod behind Tux Dude. He hadn't recognized him in his new helmet, but it was his old backstabbing buddy Ethan Nakamura. His nose looked like a squashed tomato from our fight on the Williamsburg Bridge. That made Percy feel better after what son of Nemesis did to Vivi.

"Hey, Ethan," Percy said. "You're looking good."

Ethan glared at Percy.

"To business." Tux Dude extended his hand. "I am Prometheus."

Percy was too surprised to shake. "The fire-stealer guy? The chained-to-the-rock-with-the-vultures guy?"

Prometheus winced. He touched the scratches on his face. "Please, don't mention the vultures. But yes, I stole fire from the gods and gave it to your ancestors. In return, the ever merciful Zeus had me chained to a rock and tortured for all eternity."

"But ─ "

"How did I get free? Hercules did that, eons ago. So you see, I have a soft spot for heroes. Some of you can be quite civilized."

"Unlike the company you keep," he was looking at Ethan, but Prometheus apparently thought Percy meant the empousa.

"Oh, demons aren't so bad," he said. "You just have to keep them well fed. Now, Percy Jackson, let us parley."

He waved me toward a picnic table and we sat down. Thalia and Grover stood behind the boy. The blue giant propped his white flag against a tree and began absently playing on the playground. He stepped on the monkey bars and crushed them, but he didn't seem angry. He just frowned and said, "Uh oh." Then he stepped in the fountain and broke the concrete bowl in half. "Uh-oh." The water froze where his foot touched it. A bunch of stuffed animals hung from his belt ─ the huge kind you get for grand prizes at an arcade. He reminded Percy of Tyson, and the idea of fighting him made him sad.

Prometheus sat forward and laced his fingers. He looked earnest, kindly, and wise. "Percy, your position is weak. You know you can't stop another assault."

"We'll see."

Prometheus looked pained, like he really cared what happened to Percy. "Percy, I'm the Titan of forethought. I know what's going to happen."

"Also the Titan of crafty counsel," Grover put in. "Emphasis on crafty."

Prometheus shrugged. "True enough, satyr. But I supported the gods in the last war. I told Kronos: 'You don't have the strength. You'll lose.' And I was right. So you see, I know how to pick the winning side. This time, I'm backing Kronos."

"Because Zeus chained you to a rock," Percy guessed. 

"Partly, yes. I won't deny I want revenge. But that's not the only reason I'm supporting Kronos. It's the wisest choice. I'm here because I thought you might listen to reason." he drew a map on the table with his finger. Wherever he touched, golden lines appeared, glowing on the concrete. "This is Manhattan. We have armies here, here, here, and here. We know your numbers. We outnumber you twenty to one."

"Your spy has been keeping you posted,"

Prometheus smiled apologetically. "At any rate, our forces are growing daily. Tonight, Kronos will attack. You will be overwhelmed. You've fought bravely, but there's just no way you can hold all of Manhattan. You'll be forced to retreat to the Empire State Building. There you'll be destroyed. I have seen this. It will happen."

Percy thought about the picture Rachel had drawn in his dreams ─ an army at the base of the Empire State Building. He remembered the words of the young girl Oracle in my dream: I foresee the future. I cannot change it. Prometheus spoke with such certainty it was hard not to believe him.

"I won't let it happen," Percy said.

Prometheus brushed a speck off his tux lapel. "Understand, Percy. You are refighting the Trojan War here. Patterns repeat themselves in history. They reappear just as monsters do. A great siege. Two armies. The only difference is, this time you are defending. You are Troy. And you know what happened to the Trojans, don't you?"

"So you're going to cram a wooden horse into the elevator at the Empire State Building?" the boy asked. "Good luck."

Prometheus smiled. "Troy was completely destroyed, Percy. You don't want that to happen here. Stand down, and New York will be spared. Your forces will be granted amnesty. I will personally assure your safety. Let Kronos take Olympus. Who cares? Typhon will destroy the gods .my way." 

"Right, and I'm supposed to believe Kronos would spare the city."

"All he wants is Olympus," Prometheus promised. "The might of the gods is tied to their seats of power. You saw what happened to Poseidon once his undersea palace was attacked."

Percy winced, remembering how old and decrepit his father looked.

"Yes," Prometheus said sadly. "I know that was hard for you. When Kronos destroys Olympus, the gods will fade. They will become so weak they will be easily defeated. Kronos would rather do this while Typhon has the Olympians distracted in the west. Much easier. Fewer lives lost. But make no mistake, the best you can do is slow us down. The day after tomorrow, Typhon arrives in New York, and you will have no chance at all. The gods and Mount Olympus will still be destroyed, but it will be much messier. Much, much worse for you and your city. Either way, the Titans will rule."

Thalia pounded her fist on the table. "I serve Artemis. The Hunters will fight to our last breath. Percy, you're not seriously going to listen to this asshole, are you?"

Percy figured Prometheus was going to blast her, but he just smiled. "Your courage does you credit, Thalia Grace." 

Thalia stiffened. "That's my mother's surname. I don't use it."

"As you wish," Prometheus said casually, but Percy could tell he'd gotten under her skin. The boy'd never even heard Thalia's last name before. Somehow it made her seem almost normal. Less mysterious and powerful.

"At any rate," the Titan said, "you need not be my enemy. I have always been a helper of mankind."

"That's a load of Minotaur shit," Thalia said. "When mankind first sacrificed to the gods, you tricked them into giving you the best portion. You gave us fire to annoy the gods, not because you cared about us."

Prometheus shook his head. "You don't understand. I helped shape your nature."

A wiggling lump of clay appeared in his hands. He fashioned it into a little doll with legs and arms. The lump man didn't have any eyes, but it groped around the table, stumbling over Prometheus's fingers. "I have been whispering in man's ear since the beginning of your existence. I represent your curiosity, your sense of exploration, your inventiveness. Help me save you, Percy. Do this, and I will give mankind a new gift ─ a new revelation that will move you as far forward as fire did. You can't make that kind of advance under the gods. They would never allow it. But this could be a new golden age for you. Or. . ." he made a fist and smashed the clay man into a pancake.

The blue giant rumbled, "Uh-oh."

Over at the park bench, the empousa bared her fangs in a smile.

"Percy, you know the Titans and their offspring are not all bad," Prometheus said. "You've met Calypso." 

"That's different."

"How? Much like me, she did nothing wrong, and yet she was exiled forever simply because she was Atlas's daughter. We are not your enemies. Don't let the worst happen," he pleaded. "We offer you peace."

Percy looked at Ethan Nakamura. "You must hate this."

"I don't know what you mean."

"If we took this deal, you wouldn't get revenge. You wouldn't get to kill us all. Isn't that what you want?"

His good eye flared. "All I want is respect, Jackson. The gods never gave me that. You wanted me to go to your stupid camp, spend my time crammed into the Hermes cabin because I'm not important? Not even recognized?"

He sounded just like Luke when he'd tried to kill Percy in the woods at camp four years ago. The memory made his hand ache where the pit scorpion had stung him.

"Your mom's the goddess of revenge," Percy told Ethan. "We should respect that?"

"Nemesis stands for balance! When people have too much good luck, she tears them down." 

"Which is why she took your eye?"

"It was payment," he growled. "In exchange, she swore to me that one day I would tip the balance of power. I would bring the minor gods respect. An eye was a small price to pay." 

"Great mom."

"At least she keeps her word, unlike the Olympians. She always pays her debts ─ good or evil." 

"Yeah," Percy said. "So I saved your life, and you repaid me by raising Kronos. That's fair."

Ethan grabbed the hilt of his sword, but Prometheus stopped him.

"Now, now," the Titan said. "We're on a diplomatic mission." Prometheus studied Percy as if trying to understand his anger. Then he nodded like he'd just picked a thought from his brain.

"It bothers you what happened to Luke," he decided. "Hestia didn't show you the full story. Perhaps if you understood. . ."

The Titan reached out. Thalia cried a warning, but before Percy could react, Prometheus's index finger touched his forehead.

Suddenly, Percy found himself back in May Castellan's living room. Candles flickered on the fireplace mantel, reflected in the mirrors along the walls. Through the kitchen doorway the boy could see Thalia sitting at the table while Ms. Castellan bandaged her wounded leg. Seven-year-old Annabeth sat next to her, playing with a Medusa beanbag toy. Hermes and Luke stood apart in the living room. The god's face looked liquid in the candlelight, like he couldn't decide what shape to adopt. He was dressed in a navy blue jogging outfit with winged Reeboks.

"Why show yourself now?" Luke demanded. His shoulders were tense, as if he expected a fight. "All these years I've been calling to you, praying you'd show up, and nothing. You left me with her." he pointed toward the kitchen like he couldn't bear to look at his mother, much less say her name.

"Luke, do not dishonor her," Hermes warned. "Your mother did the best she could. As for me, I could not interfere with your path. The children of the gods must find their own way."

"So it was for my own good. Growing up on the streets, fending for myself, fighting monsters." 

"You're my son," Hermes said. "I knew you had the ability. When I was only a baby, I crawled from my cradle and set out for ─ "

"I'm not a god! Just once, you could've said something. You could've helped when" ─ he took an unsteady breath, lowering his voice so no one in the kitchen could overhear ─ "when she was having one of her fits, shaking me and saying crazy things about my fate. When I used to hide in the closet so she wouldn't find me with those. . . those glowing eyes. Did you even care that I was scared? Did you even know when I finally ran away?"

In the kitchen, Ms. Castellan chattered aimlessly, pouring Kool-Aid for Thalia and Annabeth as she told them stories about Luke as a baby. Thalia rubbed her bandaged leg nervously. Annabeth glanced into the living room and held up a burned cookie for Luke to see. She mouthed, Can we go now?

"Luke, I care very much," Hermes said slowly, "but gods must not interfere directly in mortal affairs. It is one of our Ancient Laws. Especially when your destiny. . ."

His voice trailed off. He stared at the candles as if remembering something unpleasant.

"What?" Luke asked. "What about my destiny?"

"You should not have come back," Hermes muttered. "It only upsets you both. However, I see now that you are getting too old to be on the run without help. I'll speak with Chiron at Camp Half-Blood and ask him to send a satyr to collect you."

"We're doing fine without your help," Luke growled. "Now, what were you saying about my destiny?"

The wings on Hermes's Reeboks fluttered restlessly. He studied his son like he was trying to memorize his face, and suddenly a cold feeling washed through Percy. He realized Hermes knew what May Castellan's mutterings meant. The boy wasn't sure how, but looking at his face he was absolutely certain. Hermes understood what would happen to Luke someday, how he would turn evil.

"My son," he said, "I'm the god of travelers, the god of loads. If I know anything, I know that you must walk your own path, even though it tears my heart."

"You don't love me."

"I promise I. . . I do love you. Go to camp. I will see that you get a quest soon. Perhaps you can defeat the Hydra, or steal the apples of Hesperides. You will get a chance to be a great hero before. . ."

"Before what?" Luke's voice was trembling now. "What did my mom see that made her like this? What's going to happen to me? If you love me, tell me."

Hermes's expression tightened. "I cannot."

"Then you don't care!" Luke yelled.

In the kitchen, the talking died abruptly.

"Luke?" May Castellan called. "Is that you? Is my boy all right?"

Luke turned to hide his face, but Percy could see the tears in his eyes. "I'm fine. I have a new family. I don't need either of you."

"I'm your father," Hermes insisted.

"A father is supposed to be around. I've never even met you. Thalia, Annabeth, come on! We're leaving!"

"My boy, don't go!" May Castellan called after him. "I have your lunch ready!"

Luke stormed out the door, Thalia and Annabeth scrambling after him. May Castellan tried to follow, but Hermes held her back. As the screen door slammed, May collapsed in Hermes's arms and began to shake. Her eyes opened ─ glowing green ─ and she clutched desperately at Hermes's shoulders. 

"My son," she hissed in a dry voice. "Danger. Terrible fate!"

"I know, my love," Hermes said sadly. "Believe me, I know."

The scene shifted. Percy found himself in a place he had never been in.

The room had a musty odor, evocative of grandparents' houses ─ the type that makes you feel safe and cozy. It was lit dimly by a tall lamp in the corner with a green lamp shade decorated with light, undulating patterns. There was drab, vile, green wallpaper; dark green contrasting curtains; a wide, thin rug with tassels on. A wooden rocking chair sat in the corner, furnished with an old, dilapidated cushion. A small, coal fireplace graced one wall beneath was a white, marble mantelpiece. On top of the mantelpiece danced porcelain figurines and ornaments.

Percy walked towards the wall where portraits of people were hung; and he instantly recognized them. There was a sofa against one wall ─ a bland, beige colored lump, which looked as if it would be itchy if you sat on it, but the people sitting on it didn't seem to mind.

On one end of sofa sat a Violeta Wu, younger in her age, but still it was her. Her legs crossed as she stared at people in front of her, a scowl present on her face. In the middle, Percy assumed was Amelia Wu, Vivi's mother, lulling a small baby to sleep that she held in her hands. That must be Vivi. And on the far end of the sofa sat Hermes himself, not much changing from when Percy saw him with Luke.

All of the staring in front of themselves.

Percy turned, almost jumping at the sight of three old ladies standing in front of him. The boy swallowed, having seen them before when he was eleven. Much like when he saw them first, the lady on the right and left were each knitting a sock, while the middle one was holding the yarn. They were looking right at Percy, well not at Percy since he wasn't there, but at Amelia, or more at Vivi. The middle one took out her scissors, a large, gold and silver long bladed just like when Percy saw her for the first time.

His breath almost stopped for a moment.

"Please," Amelia said, as tears started falling down her cheeks, "Not my baby, not her."

"Her fate has been sealed since she was born," the lady on the right said.

"We can change it," Amelia said, rocking the baby more faster. "We can change it!"

"The fate can't be messed with," the lady on the left said.

Cries filled the room as Amelia tightened her hold on the small child. Violeta, looking at her daughter, took the baby from her hands. She turned to face the Fates, "Surely, there must be a way to. . . to somehow change the prophecy."

"No," it was the first time Hermes said anything, "No one can tamper with fate, not even a god."

"But we must try!" Amelia cried. "I won't let my daughter, my only child, go through that."

"She must. The fate of everyone is in her hands. If she fails, then the world will fail with her. But if she succeeds, our biggest enemy would be destroyed. She's the key to success and winning, to saving Olympus when the evil raises. She must. She's the Messenger and one to deliver the message." the lady in the middle said.

"Hermes!" Amelia said, falling to her knees in front of the god, "You must try! You must try and safe our daughter! She's everything I have, I can't let her go though everything they said. That is torture. That is abyss. One one can survive that and you know it!"

The god didn't respond. Instead he watched as the lady in the middle took her scissors and cut the purple string in half. The snip echoed throughout the room, mixing with the cries of pain from the mother and cries of a baby as if she knew what was happening around her.

The image faded. Prometheus pulled his hand away from Percy's forehead.

"Percy?" Thalia asked.

"What. . . what was that?" Percy realized he was clammy with sweat. He looked straight at the Titan, his eyes narrowed, "What were they talking about Vivi?"

"You're more connected then we thought," Prometheus said, his eyes showing sympathy. "The gods know what is to come, and yet they do nothing, even for their children. Did you see the last image. She was just a baby when her fate was sealed. How long did it take for them to tell you your prophecy, Percy Jackson? Don't you think your father knows what will happen to you?"

The boy was too stunned to answer.

"Percy," Grover warned, "he's playing with your mind. Trying to make you angry."

Grover could read emotions, so he probably knew Prometheus was succeeding.

"Do you really blame your friend Luke?" the Titan asked me. "And what about you, Percy? Will you be controlled by your fate? Kronos offers you a much better deal."

Percy clenched his fists. As much as he hated what Prometheus had shown him, son of Poseidon hated Kronos a lot more.

"I'll give you a deal. Tell Kronos to call off his attack, leave Luke Castellan's body, and return to the pits of Tartarus. Then maybe I won't have to destroy him,"

The empousa snarled. Her hair erupted in fresh flames, but Prometheus just sighed.

"If you change your mind," he said, "I have a gift for you."

A Greek vase appeared on the table. It was about three feet high and a foot wide, glazed with black-and-white geometric designs. The ceramic lid was fastened with a leather harness. Grover whimpered when he saw it.

Thalia gasped. "That's not ─ "

"Yes," Prometheus said. "You recognize it."

Looking at the jar, Percy felt a strange sense of fear, but he had no idea why.

"This belonged to my sister-in-law," Prometheus explained. "Pandora."

A lump formed in Percy's throat. "As in Pandora's box?"

Prometheus shook his head. "I don't know how this box business got started. It was never a box. It was a pithos, a storage jar. I suppose Pandora's pithos doesn't have the same ring to it, but never mind that. Yes, she did open this jar, which contained most of the demons that now haunt mankind ─ fear, death, hunger, sickness."

"Don't forget me," the empousa purred. 

"Indeed," Prometheus conceded. "The first empousa was also trapped in this jar, released by Pandora. But what I find curious about the story ─ Pandora always gets the blame. She is punished for being curious. The gods would have you believe that this is the lesson: mankind should not explore. They should not ask questions. They should do what they are told. In truth, Percy, this jar was a trap designed by Zeus and the other gods. It was revenge on me and my entire family ─ my poor simple brother Epimetheus and his wife Pandora. The gods knew she would open the jar. They were willing to punish the entire race of humanity along with us."

Percy thought about his dream of Hades and Maria di Angelo. Zeus had destroyed an entire hotel to eliminate two demigod children ─ just to save his own skin, because he was scared of a prophecy. He'd killed an innocent woman and probably hadn't lost any sleep over it. Hades was no better. He wasn't powerful enough to take his revenge on Zeus, so he cursed the Oracle, dooming a young girl to a horrible fate. And Hermes. . . why had he abandoned Luke? Why didn't he try to stop the Fates from cutting the string of Vivi's life when she was just a small child? Why hadn't he at least warned Luke, or tried to raise him better so he wouldn't turn evil? Maybe Prometheus was toying with his mind. But what if he's right? part of Percy wondered. How are the gods any better than the Titans?

Prometheus tapped the lid of Pandora's jar. "Only one spirit remained inside when Pandora opened it."

"Hope," Percy said.

Prometheus looked pleased. "Very good, Percy. Elpis, the Spirit of Hope, would not abandon humanity. Hope does not leave without being given permission. She can only be released by a child of man."

The Titan slid the jar across the table. "I give you this as a reminder of what the gods are like," he said. "Keep Elpis, if you wish. But if you decide that you have seen enough destruction, enough futile suffering, then open the jar. Let Elpis go. Give up Hope, and I will know that you are surrendering. I promise Kronos will be lenient. He will spare the survivors."

Son of Poseidon stared at the jar and got a very bad feeling. He figured Pandora had been completely ADHD, like he was. He could never leave things alone. He didn't like temptation. What if this was his choice? Maybe the prophecy all came down to him keeping this jar closed or opening it.

"I don't want the thing," Percy growled.

"Too late," Prometheus said. "The gift is given. It cannot be taken back."

He stood. The empousa came forward and slipped her arm through his.

"Morrain!" Prometheus called to the blue giant. "We are leaving. Get your flag."

"Uh-oh," the giant said.

"We will see you soon, Percy Jackson," Prometheus promised. "One way or another." 

Ethan Nakamura gave him one last hateful look. Then the truce party turned and strolled up the lane through Central Park, like it was just a regular sunny Sunday afternoon. 

niki speaks!

hmmm... what is this??
things are brewing and i'm loving it!
percy being protective over vivi
and seeing the flashback
he knows... that's just want i'll say
we're close to the end of this book
and i'm excited for the next one
isa and piper are my favs,
my soft girlfriends,
i love them too much!

have a nice day/night!
bye!